First time I had kidney stones I felt like I got hit in the back with a baseball bat. Happened at work and had to have the company secretary drive me to the hospital. Laid on a gurney, writhing in pain as I watched gunshot victims, etc being brought in. No meds given, btw.
Doctor found a peanut M & M size stone and said they'd have to remove it manually. For those who don't know what this means, they take a contraption, that I affectionately referred to as "the jaws of life" up through your "lil buddy." This thing is like the claw game where you try to grab a stuffed animal but it grabs the stone.
After the procedure they make you drink as much water/clear liquid so you can urinate. First urination offered thick, chunky, blood urine spraying in 3 directions. Just like when you've had too much beer and finally "break the seal" you're peeing every 5 minutes in significant pain.
Sad part is, they couldn't find the stone.
Second time I got them I got home and laid in bed 12 hours in pain. Threw up which must have dislodged it, allowing me to pee, which I hadn't done in 12 hours, which was a brown/black color. Felt fine afterward.
I don't wish this on anyone and I know it's a "TMI" post.